Heroin

The first time I ever did heroin was with this heiress girl, in her chateau-like apartment on Fountain Avenue, in West Hollywood. She showed me how to put a little water in a spoon, place a tiny piece of black tar in the middle and light it from beneath until it was all amber and bubbly. Then she held it to my nose and told me to snort. I’d snorted plenty of other things. Cocaine. Meth. Ketamine. Chopped up pills in a sunset sky of colors; blue, yellow, purple, white, red, pink and orange. Maybe I’d snorted heroin before and didn’t even know it. I’d never done it like that though. With the spoon and all that. It felt edgy and dangerous. Exciting. I threw up a lot. Sprawled on the floor. I don’t remember much else.

Actually, now that I think about it, maybe my first time was at a new year’s eve party in a suite at the Roosevelt hotel- thrown by someone in a band who has recently been canceled. Yeah. The guy who got cancelled- he gave me heroin. I smoked it off some tinfoil, a straw betw…